I've taken tongue to pen & ink to blood stream...

the venemous kind. I've spilled my guts on your favorite blue jeans, and

you didn't mind. It's not the way I want it. It's just the way I see it.

I wish I didn't need it. On the inside, the venom's

not kind. I wish I was a little more rock and less complicated.

I wish I was a little more rock. This time it's not right. The antedote. 

It's all in the pre-screen and losing my mind.

I'll kill the chord instead of the rhyme scheme, and everything's fine. 

It's not the way I want it. It's just the way I see

it. I wish I didn't feel it. I wish I didn't need it. 

On the inside, the venom feels fine.